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God is, in a sense, at the point of my pen, my pick, my paintbrush, my needle – and my heart and my thought.
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God is, in a sense, at the point of my pen, my pick, my paintbrush, my needle – and my heart and my thought. It is by carrying to completion the stroke, the line, the stitch I am working on that I shall lay hold on the ultimate end towards which my will at its deepest levels tends. Hymn of the Universe ~ Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
The shopping mall, the school, the kitchen table, the courtroom, the factory, and the office can be altars of sorts – places where the mundane labors of life may be offered up, blessed, and transformed into things of beauty and holiness. From Sprituality@Work by G. F.Pierce
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